Run!
Her wolf cried out to her; even with a wounded, bloody body, she raced, but she could see no way out. With each step, her body felt heavier, and terror clouded her mind as she fled.
She looked back and saw men with guns and weapons chasing her. On the other side, a rageful-looking chief, Dexton, her father, and Kyren, whose wicked laugh echoed through the dark space.
“You will never be anything but a disgraced cursed child; you are a rejected curse that deserves to be abandoned; no one is coming for you!” Her father's voice loomed through the dark mist.
“No, no, you’re wrong,” she muttered. Only when she saw an opening and Rygan's familiar face did she let out a sigh of relief. She ran towards him. “Rygan, please help me!” She cried as she held onto his hands, but Rygan coldly def
